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Does anyone play the game as realistic as humanly possible. For example: I’m a dark elf in the dark brotherhood currently. I actually WALK to places, do not wear my dark brotherhood gear during the day/in the cities, and I sleep every night in an inn until I’ve earned enough to purchase my own home. I make potions out of apples and carrots and name them “blah blah juice” or “tea” I sit at at the bars and converse with the locals. And I do not deter away from any current quest given to me. Does anyone else enjoy doing this or am I just violently autistic? submitted by /u/blstrdnutz2479 to r/oblivion [link] [comments]

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Edit: I said hello to Natalie this morning. She was very nice and accepted my apology and also said she was sorry for invading my space on Friday. She talks a lot which I guess I would usually find pretty annoying but I didn’t seem to mind with her. It turns out we both have a break between classes so we just stood there talking for about 20 minutes, well she talked I just nodded my head. When it was time to leave she said it was a really nice conversation which made zero sense because i didn’t say much but I went against my instinct to correct her. She said she’d like to do it again sometime and I said would too. I posted this yesterday on another sub but they removed it because “there was no interpersonal conflict” so no one got to vote. I mean the conflict was between me and the girl and me and my sister. There’s a small update since I did the original while I was breakfast with my sister. Not sure where to begin with this. I guess last night one of the more popular frats on campus was having a “Christmas on the beach” themed party so all around the bar area were girls dressed in bikinis with vague Christmas themes. My roommate is dating this total nut job named Sydney and as far as I knew they were broken up. Well at like 2am he bombs through the door with Sydney and her friend in tow, both dressed like “slutty elves” with way too much skin showing. My roommate and Sydney went to his room and still haven’t come out. I was playing Fortnite and the other girl said she was the designated driver and was stuck would she mind if she charged her phone and hung out until she knew what Sydney was doing. I said fine. Maybe 15 minutes later she said something like “I know this is so weird for both of us but I’m not here by choice, I just don’t want to bail on my friend but sitting here with a guy I don’t really know in a bikini is weird and I’m cold. Do you have some sweats I can borrow? I see you every Monday and Wednesday and I promise I’ll give them back.” I told her no I wasn’t comfortable with that. She asked if I at least had a blanket. I found one in my roommates spare room but it was really small and said I was sorry it’s the best I could do. She fell asleep on the couch and i went to bed. My older sister came to pick me up for breakfast and she saw the girl sleeping on the couch and asked why a half naked girl is sleeping under a baby blanket. In the car I told her what happened and she basically got so mad at me saying I had about 30 opportunities to be a really decent guy and I blew it. She said it sounds like the girl was trying to do the right thing by her friend and I could have let her use sweats, I could have let her sleep in my bed while I took the couch, I could have said that she should go home and I’d drive Sydney home…but basically I was an asshole because I left an apparently nice girl in a vulnerable position and I didn’t even care. She said that I need to grow up if I want to have friends and have some empathy if I ever want girls to like me. She has no idea if that girl was into me or not but I missed a great “practice round” of treating someone in a nice way that they may reciprocate. When we got back to my house my roommate, Sydney and the girl were gone. There was a sticky note on my door that said “thank you for letting me stay here, sorry it was weird. Please say hello sometime. -Nat” my sister said this was even more proof that I acted like an “anti-social weirdo” and she was just being nice and the reason I have never had a girlfriend is the way I acted last night. AITAH? submitted by /u/Queasy_Explorer_2739 to r/AITAH [link] [comments]

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As the night wound down, and people began to filter out of the bar, I finally got her to agree to come home with me; and even at this she did a little twirl, and even threw a handful of glitter at me, from a pocket I was sure hadn’t been there before. Surprised—but still very much wanting to bring her home—I brushed the glitter away, paid our tab, and led her through the stumbling herd of merrily dressed drunkards. After an annoyingly chatty Uber ride, we arrived at my apartment, and promptly headed in. I live alone, and am thankful for it, because as soon as we stepped inside, she shouted, “Oh, what a lovely home!”, and cavorted around the living room; as if she had never been inside the incongruently decorated apartment of a guy in his late twenties. Despite the obnoxiousness of her behavior, I found her voice oddly soothing: soft and melodious, as if she’d spent her entire life going in and out of song. When she had either tired herself out or grown tired of that particular performance, she settled into my old, dingy couch, as gracefully as someone who hadn’t had seven “Holiday-themed” shots of tequila. Still very much into her, I joined her on the couch and asked if she’d like to watch anything. Clapping her hands together and putting on an almost uncannily broad smile, she said, “Ooo, let’s watch a Christmas movie!” Despite the time of the year—and her outfit, which she’d yet to even play at removing—the last thing I wanted to watch was a Christmas movie, given the circumstances. I’ve got nothing against Christmas cheer, but in that moment, I didn’t exactly want to see something so “wholesome” and family friendly, if you catch my drift. But she was my guest, so I complied. I brought up the streaming services I use and went through them all, sorting by Christmas-themed movies, and eventually she found one she thought would be “the most cheerful.” I had—disdainfully—expected her to spend the whole movie glassy-eyed and smiling, perhaps even making me join her in some song; but after only twenty minutes her face had assumed an expression of what I can only describe as grim repulsion. I asked her what’s wrong, and practically on the verge of tears she said, “This isn’t right. None of this is right. We’re not short and stupid. And Santa isn’t some bumbling idiot. Sure, he’s harsh, even a bit cruel at times; but he’s no idiot—he's a wise and calculating autarch, if anything.” At first, I thought she was referring to some other movie; that maybe the one we’d been watching was actually a remake, and they’d got everything wrong. But then I realized that she was still doing the elf bit, only it was obvious—by her genuinely pained face—that it was no bit; that sitting beside me, dressed in a perfectly fitting elf costume, was an actual, bona fide elf of the North Pole. And like some kind of enchantment abruptly wearing off, I began to notice all the physical peculiarities—the subtle, though decidedly inhuman features—in her face, and hands, and even her figure. She was fit, which in itself was by no means unusual; but too fit, perfectly proportioned in form and frame, beyond anything achievable by routine gym attendance or carefully honed genetics. I’d watched her down an entire family basket of mozzarella cheese sticks back at the bar; surely no one who could do such a thing would have such an immaculate figure. And yet her body was as one sculpted by hands whose owners had gazed upon faery models of fable and myth. And her face—it was cute, sure; but also a bit...creepy, uncanny in the subtlest of ways, like an AI-generated image. She reminded me of those old paintings of Fae and forest-folk, those ancient and elusive dwellers of sylvan abodes. There was also a an easily discernible glow about her, one I had somehow failed to notice both at the bar and the subsequent Uber ride, despite the relatively dim lighting in both spaces. Even though it (presumably) served to enhance her already beautiful, elfin features, I felt intimidated by that photic aura—there was something alarming to my human sensibilities about its nature and potency. And still—as if truly ensorcelled—I ignored these weird and nigh fantastical features, and tried to placate her sudden unrest. But my attempts proved futile, for she pushed me away and stood up, hands balled into fists. I was immediately unnerved, because I had never once been shoved with such forcefulness; and her bodily glow, which had not changed in color, nonetheless now seemed like a radiance of malice; a smoldering aura of contempt for the circumstances, if not me, directly. “Is this common? This manner of depicting Santa, and the elves? Is this how you people see our kingdom?” Unsure of how to properly respond—and still clinging to a doubt (or hope) that she was just kidding—I simply nodded. Her eyes, which before had been fixed on the paused movie, now met mine; and I saw within them twin fires which dwarfed in intensity any volcano or subterranean kiln. “You...you disrespectful insects! After all we’ve done for you, all we’ve given you, expecting NOTHING in return, this is how you portray us? This mockery of our people?! Were it not for the joy and jolly of Christmas, we would march upon your lands and slaughter you at Santa’s order. 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